Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sweden and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Young Rascals to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
Shoche,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacob Miller,
The Smiths,
Bobby Womack,
Sam Rivers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jandek,
Magma,
Pole,
Jerry's Kids,
D'Angelo,
Wings,
Ituana,
Motorama,
Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
Max Romeo,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ralphi Rosario,
In Retrospect,
Funkadelic,
Bauhaus,
Roxette,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Hill,
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Connie Case,
Darondo,
Thee Headcoats,
June Days,
Neu!,
The Seeds,
The United States of America,
Kerri Chandler,
Drexciya,
Judy Mowatt,
OOIOO,
The Gories,
The Motions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.